The first day back was always gonna be a struggle. I haven’t been in work since I was home over Christmas, and they always seem to be making subtle changes and not making me aware of them, which confuses the hell out of me until I get to grips with the place again.
Not helping matters was the fact that I spent much of last week desperately trying to get work done for my University coursework deadlines, and had many a late night in the library. Not having caught up with my sleep made getting out of bed at 6am, to start work at 7, a major, major chore.
The place was manic. I had forgotten what a nightmare it could be, and didn’t hesitate in telling my manager that. She said I should consider it lucky that I’ve had the opportunity to forget- which I appreciated, but it didn’t stop me feeling sorry for myself.
With customers right, left and centre, all making demands of little old me, a slow working till, and a dodgy coffee machine- I was feeling the pressure within 30 minutes of being there. To say I was ‘out of practice’ would be a massive understatement.
After a shift from hell, consisting of several consecutive nightmares, I was glad to receive an invitation to dinner from my manager. As a means of compensating for a not so great first day back (not that it was her fault in the slightest!) she offered to rustle me up some gourmet gnosh- winner.
She also explained that no one had expected it to be quite so busy, and although we hadn't had an abundance of staff, we had massively exceeded the day’s target, with regards to money through the tills. So maybe I was justified in feeling slightly overwhelmed, and even if not, at least I got a free meal as a result of my discomfort.
Nice management and colleagues- a definite perk of the job... I'll let you know if I think of any more!
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| An obviously less busy day at work. About 3 years ago. |
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